Strictly speaking, the blood flowing through these three siblings wasn't exactly the same. After all, they didn't share the same father and mother. The royal family of that time didn't place that much emphasis on direct bloodlines flowing in a body, though it wasn't as if they lacked respect for it either.
At least King Uther acknowledged Morgan, and King Arthur acknowledged Aslan. Under these circumstances, saying the three of them were a family was absolutely no problem. Even among the Knights of the Round Table, many could actually bear the Pendragon surname. However, very few of this family have survived to the present. Aside from Morgan and Aslan, those still carrying Pendragon blood are likely just branch lines.
King Arthur's direct bloodline was severed with the deaths of Artoria and Mordred.
However, if branch bloodlines truly survived, both Morgan and Aslan would likely acknowledge them. Although the face of the Pendragon family is currently upheld by the three of them—including King Arthur, who could be summoned as a Heroic Spirit at any time, along with the two living existences...
But more or less, whether it was the Great Witch or Aslan, letting them out was a bit like bullying. It would be nice if a branch member could step up to support their image. Of course, similarly, if they gained the recognition of these two, they would also have to shoulder the training tasks handed down by them. Even if they couldn't become the top tier, they had to be first-rate.
Otherwise, they should just strip themselves of the surname.
It must be admitted that the surname Pendragon is indeed a heavy burden. However, those who catch the eyes of Aslan and the others must possess some talent more or less. If they couldn't meet the requirements, it would truly be a lack of effort on their part. What would such a guy stay in the family for? Better to continue being a branch member.
Leaving talent aside, at least there should be shining points in their humanity.
As existences who have lived for 1,500 years, they should have this much discernment. If they still misjudged people like this, they might as well poke their own eyes out. After all, one is a blacksmith and the other is a Great Witch. If such professions didn't have a good eye, it would be hard to grow to this stage. If they misjudged even this, it would truly be laughable.
The more famous the person, the easier such gossip spreads. It might even lead to situations like creating innocent monsters. So, it's better to avoid such things as much as possible. No... accurately speaking, such things absolutely must not happen.
The magical energy gathering in the sky was constantly compressing. Black light rippled on the periphery of the black magical energy. This black light was constantly devouring other colors. If not for the arrangements made by the Church people nearby, someone might have guessed that the end of the world had arrived. The magical energy in the sky would be perceived by everyone even inside the mountain.
Artoria did not say much. She simply raised the Holy Lance in her hand, wrapping herself in its outer shell while distributing a portion of magical energy to the other Heroic Spirits as protection.
Looking up at Flauros ahead... As the current dominant consciousness of this body, he was also constantly mobilizing the power within to form a defense. After all, he couldn't just take this hit directly, right? If he showed signs of weakness, it would be somewhat embarrassing.
At least the name of the 72 Demon God Pillars still held some deterrent power. If people discovered they were so easy to deal with now, it would be a big problem. However, even if they persisted like this, they probably couldn't hold on for long before their current status was discovered. But by holding on a little longer, within this special territory, they could also recover more power.
In short, stall for time as much as possible. Stall until the Holy Grail can be used, or until their power is enough to protect themselves under the siege of so many Heroic Spirits. However, without any leverage, it was indeed somewhat difficult. That girl failed to stall that blacksmith in the hall indefinitely. Now they had to deal with these Heroic Spirits before them; if they barely managed that and another person joined...
Never mind. Thinking about this now won't change the status quo. The most important thing is to deal with the attack belonging to the Witch Morgan that is about to fall.
The black magical Holy Lance fell from the sky, beginning to penetrate the entire mountain body. Clearly, this was turning the sealed mountain into an open-air space again. If such a thing happened again in the next Holy Grail War, the administrators would have to consider whether to change the entire Holy Grail War into an open-exhibition style.
For example, digging a huge space underground and placing the Greater Grail there, changing the Holy Grail War directly into an arena format. It's just that it would be very disadvantageous for Assassins. If there really were funds to build an underground city, it could solve all problems. But similarly, how to solve this considerable sum of funding? This isn't something that can be settled by donations in a live broadcast room.
In any case, this isn't a problem for the current generation of administrators to think about. The next Holy Grail War will be in 60 years. At that time, Caren will be over 70. Even if she continues to host the Holy Grail War, most matters will be handed over to young people or her successor.
Compared to the original mountain body, the filled mountain body was inherently more fragile. It wasn't that it couldn't support the mountain, but it was easier to destroy upon impact. Large amounts of rock began to shatter, then gradually pulverized under the erosion of magical energy. Under this powerful magical attack, the entire mountain body seemed to be gradually eroded by a black hole.
And the Heroic Spirits inside the mountain perceived it even more clearly. It felt as if the heavens were pressing down rapidly.
When the mountain body was completely destroyed, the magical energy that seemed capable of devouring everything appeared before everyone's eyes. Napoleon opened his mouth slightly. This Witch of Britain is truly terrifying. I shouldn't have been rude to this witch, right? Seeing how relaxed this witch is, firing another such attack shouldn't be a problem. I don't want to become the main recipient of this attack.
Napoleon wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
In fact, the Demon God Pillar under this attack also felt some pressure, but it wasn't impossible to defend against completely. After all, this small area was within the range of the recovering Age of Gods. For a short time, they could still make an exception to display their full power. If one Demon God Pillar couldn't block it, then use two. If not two, then three. Send out the few Demon God Pillars with the strongest recovery abilities to clash head-on with this attack!